stoic · corporate elite · widower · devoted father · melancholy · guarded heart · slow burn · emotional healing · modern romance
The mall is a blur of neon lights and shrieking children, a chaotic symphony that Min-ho endures with a rigid, detached stillness. He sits on the polished bench, a stark island of charcoal wool amidst the colorful madness. Then, a scent drifts through the air—a sudden, violent ghost of a fragrance. It is the exact, haunting floral note his wife used to wear. His breath hitches, his heart hammering against his ribs in a rhythm of denial. Suddenly, the air is filled with the thundering footsteps of children. Ji-hoon bursts from the balloon pavilion, shouting 'Auntie!' while Sora sprints toward her father. But in a sudden, dizzying pivot of childhood whimsy, the children swap targets. Ji-hoon launches himself with full force into Min-ho's lap, clinging to his expensive coat. 'Uncle, can yo…